Two years later…
“Rowdy, no!” I squeal as he runs at warp speed toward the fireplace. My belly is giant and all I do is waddle these days. Thankfully, Reed is faster than the both of us. He scoops our son up and tosses him into the air.
Rowdy shrieks with glee and hugs his daddy’s neck.
“We need to build a fence and lock him in it,” I complain and blow a strand of hair from my sticky face. “The terrible twos are worse than terrible.”
Reed turns to grin at me. He’s not wearing a shirt and his muscles are bulging. My hormones, just like with my last pregnancy, are buzzing out of control. I want to put Rowdy down for a nap and climb my husband like a tree.
“You’re giving me that look, Devon,” Reed growls.
“What look?” I feign innocence.
“The fuck me in the ass look.”
I scoff which makes Rowdy giggle. He has no idea what he’s laughing about which makes Reed and I both laugh. “I do not want it there.”
“Is that so? You weren’t complaining when I had you on your knees buried to the hilt last night,” he challenges.
My throat blazes with heat. I rush over and pluck Rowdy from his grip before taking my little monster to his crib. Thankfully, he loves his naps and his rabbit pelt blankie I made. The moment I lay him down, he snags the blanket and starts sucking on his thumb, his eyes heavy with sleepiness. When I turn around, Reed is undressing. The moment his rock-hard cock bobs out and he’s completely naked, a whimper escapes me.
“You drive me crazy,” I complain.
He smirks and jerks his chin up as to call me over to him. Like the obedient wife I am, I find myself drawn to him. I toss aside the maternity dress along the way and lose my panties. His wolfish gaze devours my naked pregnant body. I love that he seems to appreciate my body’s changes. I never feel less than in his eyes.
Always more than.
Always.
“Did you bring Eve some fruit when you were out hunting?” I ask when my belly brushes against his toned abs.
I feel bad for her. She helped us when we needed her to but other than that, she doesn’t visit. Sometimes I can feel her eyes in the forest watching us but she never engages. Rowdy loves the presents she leaves for him on the porch though. She’s always making him toys.
“Yeah. I told her she needs to come see her nephew or I was going to haul her over my shoulder and force her to come anyway.” He chuckles. “She tried to shiv me.”
I wince and shake my head. “Maybe with time.”
“Maybe. She’s wild though. Don’t get your hopes up.”
“When is Atticus coming back?” I ask, my palms rubbing up over his sculpted pectorals.
His hands grip my hips. Not soft. Possessive and harsh. It reminds me that I’m his.
“He had to fly out to Seattle for something but he’ll be back next week. It’s coming along pretty nicely. We’ll work on the roof some more once he gets back.”
I grin up at him. They’ve been working on the house for two years. It’s framed—a giant monolith on the mountain side about a half mile from the wreckage site. They’ve worked hard on it but it’s taken them forever. Reed thinks in another two years we can move in. Until then, we keep filling up our tiny little cabin.
“Lie down, Daddy,” I purr as I reach down to grip his cock. It jolts in my hand. “Mommy wants to do the driving.”
His smoldering grin nearly melts me to the floor. Like the obedient husband he is, he lies back on the bed. I waddle my pregnant butt over to him and straddle his thighs. With our eyes locked, I sink down on his throbbing length. We both hiss out in pleasure. His palms roam my belly and we both laugh when this kiddo rolls against his touch. Then, his fingers are at my breasts teasing me.
“You just going to sit there, woman, or are you going to fuck me?” he murmurs, his hips thrusting up.
I moan and lean forward resting my palms on his shoulders. Slowly, I begin rocking against him. Love, brilliant and deep and powerful, shines in his eyes. It burns me. Scalds me. Imprisons me. Suffocates me.
But it also fills me.
Fuels me.
Frees me.
His fingers are at my clit and he’s thrusting hard from beneath me. My husband is an animal through and through. Even from the bottom, he dominates and controls. With a flutter of my lashes, I give in. I lose myself in the way he owns me.
We both come with sounds that are straight from the forest. Not sounds two humans should make. His cum jets up inside of me and I clench around him with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Promise me it will always be like this,” I whisper.
His brown eyes are hard with feral emotions that all lead back to loving me. He grips my pinky with his and draws me closer to him. Even with my giant stomach wedged between us and his cock still deep inside, we manage to kiss.
“Pinky promise, Pip.”
And I believe him because this man will do everything in his power to make that happen.
Lie. Steal. Murder. Cheat. Destroy.
All in the name of keeping my heart safe.
I couldn’t ask for a more dedicated love.
He’s mine.
All mine.
Five months later…
I watch as Rowdy and Reed throw snowballs at each other. Rowdy has a good arm on him despite being a toddler. Ronan screams from inside, awake from his nap. I flash Reed a big smile as I go inside to tend to our little one. When I make it over to his cradle, he’s kicking and trying to eat his fist. These boys are always hungry.
He stops fussing when I sing to him. They all do. All three of them love when I sing. His blue eyes are wide as I scoop him into my arms and sit on the bed. He latches onto my breast with vigor.
My babies are gorgeous.
Reed and I make beautiful children.
I wonder if the next one will be a girl. I haven’t told Reed that I’m expecting again. He’ll be thrilled, I’m sure. They still haven’t finished the house but it won’t be long. By next summer, we’ll be ready to move in. Not everything is done but we can still live there. And by then, we’ll have a fifth member to our growing family.
Joy overwhelms me.
Sometimes I wish Mom were here to see them. I wonder if it would unlock her from her spell. Drag her from the darkness. Reed assures me it wouldn’t. That depression is an illness that isn’t easily cured by cute babies. He reminds me that she had Drew and I and still stayed trapped inside her head.
Other times, I wonder about my real mom. Reed burned up the adoption papers because he said we were family bound by heart which was better than blood or laws. A weight lifted the moment the papers were incinerated. I kept the picture of my birth mother though. It amazes me how much she looks like me. When I ask about my biological father, Reed shrugs and says he doesn’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter. All of those moments lead to this one.
“Momma!” Rowdy cries out when they walk inside. He runs over to me and gets me wet with the cold snow.
“Hey, baby,” I tell him and ruffle his dark hair. He looks so much like Reed it makes my heart stop.
Reed walks over to me and kisses the top of my head. “How are my beautiful wife and baby boy?”
“He’s hungry and I’m tired.” I give him a weary smile.
His gaze narrows as he lowers his eyes to my breasts that are engorged with milk. “Are you…are we…”
My smile is wide and tears prickle my eyes. “We are. Are you happy?”
Rowdy grunts as he tries to rip Buddy’s hair out. Buddy rolls over onto his back and licks our wild son in the face until he lets go.
“Devon,” Reed growls as he tenderly strokes my cheek. “You make me happy every single second of every single day. These kids. You. The damn dog. All of it is my happily ever after.”
I tilt my head up so he’ll kiss me. “Spoken like a true romantic.”
“I’ll show you romance once these kids go to sleep.”
“It’s on, big daddy,” I tell him with a saucy grin.
He nips at my bottom lip and growls. “Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
The End